The end of days. Was meant to be yesterday. But perhaps the apocalypse
doesn't actually kick off until 3pm on Saturday afternoon when Stoke
visit White Hart Lane. Then again their football is hardly comparable to
the intricate Maya civilisation. It's medieval at best.

Atmosphere at the Lane was a little diluted even with 1882 in amongst
the Park Lane blocks. 1882 started out as something for the youth games,
to bring supporters together to sing for the shirt and feel pride and
love for Tottenham regardless of the team we were watching and the
importance of the game. It works best when we're grouped together.
Anyone that went to Charlton away in the FA Youth Cup last season or the
Barca nextgen game or Maribor will tell you its an incredible
experience. Says a lot about the modern game when it takes this for
football fans to feel like they've completely changed their match day
experience.

Liverpool at the Lane, under the floodlights. This won't be as
comfortable as the West Ham game. For starters, the visitors are more
likely to hold onto the ball and use it more effectively. Brendan
Rodgers side is also a work in progress. They might not have the quality
we do but they still retain enough quality to cause us a problem. The
reason for a more evident style probably has more to do with the fact
that Rodgers has enough key players in his team to project his
footballing vision. Be it one with plenty of quirks.

We're at home. It's a derby match. We need not only the three points but
also to be convincing and entertaining. Confidence, it breeds momentum
but also belief. And it heals. Much like one game can bring the
negatives, one game can drown them out with positives.